…Two burly professional wrestlers, passengers in transit, approached me to ask for the umpteenth time, “When is the bloody plane leaving for Vancouver?” Tired and cranky I glowered at them and jerked my thumb upwards saying, “Don’t ask me - ask Him.” The man who spoke could have broken me in half like a twig if he had wished. His friend turned on him saying, “Hey! Leave him alone. Can’t you see the poor kid’s beat?” “Aw! Sorry kid, I didn’t mean to bother you,” the first man said putting his arm around my shoulders, “Let me buy you a cup of coffee, Huh!”…
Owen Clement tells of experiences while working for the Canadian Pacific Airline in British Columbia.
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